They were at the Annapolis barracks. All we had to do was pick them up. I would leave an hour early and take one of the night guys over to pick one up...tonight and tomorrow night.Jenny called about doing lunch at 11 and that sounded good to me. It was even better when she said "I'm bringing cold cut subs and soup from the down town deli."The war zone outside had ended just as Jenny came in. I guess the crew had quit for lunch.After we had finished lunch Jenny told me that the surviving rapists. I crawled over to Jaz, pulled her down onto the floor beside me, put her on her hands and knees in front of me, and entered her quickly and easily from behind, doggy style. I put my right hand around her thigh onto her clit and with my left teased her nipples. She thrust her arse back at me as I arched my cock deep into her. Faster and faster we fucked until we both came ever so quickly together, her cunt muscles gripping me in orgasm as my spunk shot into her. We collapsed in a heap on the. She began drinking and it would seem there was some drug taking too. I had learned from a fiend in the force that they had both been arrested during a raid on a house where they were the only occupants. £60k in drugs had been discovered by a sniffer dog behind a false panel, along with scales and cash. They refused to name any others involved, probably as it would be detrimental to their health. Anyway back to the present, mid July. I had come out of the situation reasonably well, as had the. I found his hands intriguing. Somewhat rough and dry for a young boy who didn't know of hard labor, and very much in contrast to my somewhat sweaty palms. His fingers were full of wrinkles both on top and bottom, and he had slightly overgrown fingernails with a buildup of dirt under each. I found it extremely passionate to hold hands with him. While we were talking, I managed to get him to lean back so I could smell his natural aroma, and actually got away with placing a few kisses on his.